Two Hearts, mine blind...
simple and kind.
So I thought, before I came into the light...
and it shown, like a thousand suns....
washing every ray upon me.
Washing every ray down.
Pour...Pour...Pour...Pour....
Splendid imaginings,
washing over me...
tracing the very air I breathe.
What's become of me?
Is it instinct?
Or is something that I can't perceive?
Pour...Pour...Pour...Pour...